Co-exist

 Between life and death, there is a hiatus, an uncompleted breath

it's like when you're sleeping but not dreaming but you're conscious of the nothingness that has become for just a second,

everything

For a while, wind wants to be visible

The bird wants to walk and the human wants to fly

It's like seeking something we could not have

We are paralyzed by our thoughts 

I'm eating hallucinations. I'm feeling colors

Anger. Anxiety. Depression. Fear.

Imagine these feelings

Are a natural disaster.

I am so fragile, and these feelings never left me without harm

So death is my refuge

I run

Till the moment I put the knife on my neck 

Then

I remember that I am a human

feeling melancholy  is a part of my existence 

And dying is ways failing the game of life

Life  is just a result of two random possibilities

take it, leave it, grow out of it 

It's okay to not be okey~~

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